Lyrics

[Samples: [?]] Thank you, old chap. No self-respecting magician should ever be caught without his hat and cape He spent all his money the first day [Verse 1: Chuuwee] Yeah, yo I came here to rock a party hard My squad with me like the bodyguards Prodigy jammin', ya'll just not as hard Testin' these squares, who said you had a card Like liftin' weights, I just surpassed the bar Leavin' my mark on shit, no cattle prod The illest rap shit you heard in half a bar Who makes the dopest moves? Traffic [?] Beware of the hearts of men with plastic hearts The fakest around you might can act a part Pull up in gothic clothes, the blackest cars Make this a movie scene, we action stars Jean-Claude, Kubrik, Gatsby Send the whole crew get at me, watch news recap me I conquered all challenges like the smoothest athlete Leonardo, you can't "Catch me if you can" [Samples: [?]] It's your funeral. You never would listen Well, you got anything on your mind? Spill it [Verse 2: Solemn Brigham] The struggle, the strife, the pain, the power, I stand in the light But struggle at night, for countless hours, the juggle of the life That made me sour, but never devour, because of the bite Developed a talent, got up and ran with the prowess To see who's lying in malice, in the jungle, I fight With negative lights, repetitive sights, competitive prices Irrelevant rides, I claim polite the stress, the plight Attaining my sight, I'm eyeing my slice, I run with the knife I'm lost in the game, I'm awfully often to blame, used to scoff at the fame Now I take no advice, because the message is cold The pressure is old and lessons are gold But less that you know, the best for your soul And as it was told, someday you get what you're owed As I waited and prayed to put some weight on my bones